Blvff - High PD lyrics

[Intro] Uh, hmm Alright, alright, alright, I got this Chill out, bro, shut up, shut up [Verse 1] What seems to be the problem, Mr. Officer? It's Ash Wednesday, we're just off to church Yo son, save the small talk, I just caught the word That two kids on the road stolen lots of herb With all due respect that a cop deserves I'm at a loss for words, well that'll cause concerns A little birdy through a tip and y'all fit the description And plus the car reeks loud like the woofers be hitting, so where is it? Okay, I give it, thank my parents and religion If I [?] forgiven See me I'm on this rarely snitching, but sergeant just listen There's a professor who made his mission cultivating sicko, this man's a real sicko Making all the kids grow for diploma quid pro Trying to make him quarterback to back it to the end zone Not sure about his end goal but I had to score first Behind the lines I hit the spot up, Kyle Korver I guess it's easy as that Son, I applaud your two cents kid, ain't no nickelin' that You sold the plug so I ain't charging you for being a rat In fact, keep a nug or two but I'll be taking the pack Better haul ass 'fore I switch it's sick I'm letting you go Better watch your six 'cause I got blue for all the black on the road And meaning skin, I'm talkin' hue of your clothes Now y'all be safe 'cause I ain't saving no ghosts I just be making 'em, so get to the road [Verse 2] What the hell happened? It all got so drastic Just from me [?] and skipping these classes Focused on puffing, not passing It lead me to capping to captain who highjacked the package The [?] in me, now the tank is back on empty Hope the word don't reach the students, know they'll all resent me [?] Insta-model occupation strictly tempt me Blame that b*tch for all the envy in the [?] So what demands a little xanny, Mr. Teddy Talk Birki's with the peppy walk, lager's with the heavy froth While he's reading Karl Marx, hoping we don't move to Mars 'fore we [?] Might just know it all on some Nardwuar [Verse 3] Yo, these stupid little kids, dumbasses I'm out here doing lord's work while they're cutting classes And sagging their pants acting like damn ba*tards, I had to daddy 'em But I'm a nice guy, I let 'em go without attackin' 'em Now I got their pack and opened that and saw a new hue This ain't like some sh*t you see on screens, it's like some voodoo I'm lifted off the smell alone, station said return but now I'm yearning for the pheromones What the fu*k I care for? I bleed blue Still ain't get my share of finer things that I can see through This sh*t probably easy to grow I'll get some cheap dudes to keep you growing to trees and sell you for a steep due Ayo, I'm loving what this greed do, man [Outro] One-two click in this gone Gotta think quick 'fore I slip and it's done I'ma do right while I do what's wrong If I take this hit I'ma blow that bomb [Outro: Joey O'Gorman] With the greenhouse in shambles and the retrohash now in the hands of an ill-intentioned [?] maniac, Professor Roth has been forced to cancel his class